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The bicycle made a soft "rustling" sound as it rolled over the thin layer of snow.

Li Erniu drove the oxcart, gripping the ropes tightly with both hands, his heart pounding with anxiety.

She turned her head and glanced at Lu Qingshan, who was riding his bicycle leisurely, whispering something to Lin Xiulan, both of them with sweet smiles on their faces.

"Ahem, Brother Qingshan, do you think the people of Baihuatun can trust us outsiders?"

He hunched his shoulders, the north wind slapping his face, causing a slight sting.

"They've never seen us before. What if... what if they think we're scammers and kick us out?"

Lu Qingshan kept his eyes fixed ahead, his voice steady.

"They will believe it."

As the oxcart swayed, Lu Qingshan and his group entered Baihua Village.

At the entrance of Baihuatun village, several women were drawing water from a well, chatting and laughing.

Seeing three strangers approach, a handsome young man and a beautiful young woman rode a brand-new Forever brand bicycle, and an honest-looking young man drove an oxcart full of empty sacks.

The women's laughter stopped abruptly, and they looked at the three men.

Several old men who were squatting under the wall sunbathing stopped their idle chatter and stared intently at them.

Li Erniu felt extremely uncomfortable under their gaze.

Lu Qingshan seemed oblivious to the stares, remaining completely calm as he rode his bicycle around the village entrance.

He looked around and his gaze fell on a large millstone at the entrance of the village, which was used to grind grains.

With a wave of his hand.

"Erniu, let's stay here."

Erniu's face turned red as he went over and set the table.

Just then, an old man with a pipe in his mouth, wearing a worn-out cotton-padded coat, walked out of the crowd with a hunched back, followed by several strong men.

He had his hands tucked into his sleeves, looking wary.

"Which village are you from?" the old man asked in a dry, scrutinizing voice.

"What are you doing here?"

Lu Qingshan sized up the old man. This man must be a highly respected elder from Baihuatun. He stepped forward and offered him a cigarette.

"Fellow villager, how can you address us like that? We're here to buy mountain products."

The old man waved his hand, refusing the cigarette.

"Just call me Old Sun."

He narrowed his eyes, looked Lu Qingshan up and down, and then glanced at the brand-new, dazzling bicycle.

"Buying mountain goods?"

Old Sun grunted through his teeth.

"Last year, there was a guy who claimed to be a buyer of mountain products. He took all the goods we had stored, gave us a deposit, and said he would settle the payment later. But he never came back."

"You look unfamiliar, why don't you collect them in your own village? I don't think it's a good idea!"

Growing increasingly angry, Old Man Sun patted the stone mill.

"Get out of here! We don't welcome scammers in Baihua Village!"

The men behind him stepped forward, their eyes filled with hostility.

Li Erniu's face turned pale instantly, and cold sweat broke out on his palms, but he still stood firmly in front of Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan patted Li Erniu, signaling him to step back.

Then he turned around and took the bulging canvas bag off Xiulan's body.

"Smack."

He casually tossed the canvas bag onto the large millstone, making a dull thud.

All eyes were focused on the bag.

Lu Qingshan untied the bag's drawstring very slowly, so slowly that everyone held their breath.

Then, he reached inside.

When the first stack of money was placed on the millstone, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

It was a square made of hundreds of ten-yuan bills, with edges as neat as if cut tofu. The blackish-brown background with red patterns made the ten-yuan bills look out of place on the bluish-gray stone mill.

Lu Qingshan didn't stop; his hands kept repeating the action of taking out and putting down.

On the millstone, the pile of coins quickly grew into a small mountain.

At that moment, no one counted how much money it was.

The sheer thickness of the piled-up money exceeded the villagers' understanding of what money was.

The hill lay in the sunlight, exuding the scent of ink, its weight bending the bones of everyone present, hardened by decades of poverty.

The entire village entrance was so quiet that only the sound of the wind and the breathing of the people could be heard.

Old Sun's eyes widened as he stared intently at the pile of money, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

The surrounding villagers craned their necks, their eyes filled with shock and greed.

"Old Sun."

Lu Qingshan's voice broke the silence.

"We buy mountain products and pay cash on delivery."

His gaze swept over the blank faces around him.

"As long as the goods are good and the price is fair."

"As long as your things are clean and not moldy, I'll take as many as you have."

Old Sun seemed to have just woken up from a dream. His wrinkled face broke into a wide smile as he rubbed his hands together and stepped forward.

"Oh dear, young man, look at the mess you've made! You've ruined everything!"

"We're just... scared, you know. What should I call you, little brother?"

Lu Qingshan smiled and shook hands. He needed someone to help him receive the goods in Baihua Village, and Old Sun in front of him seemed like a good candidate.

"My name is Lu Qingshan, I'm from Hongshitun next door, you can just call me Xiao Lu."

Old Sun glanced at the money on the millstone, then at Lu Qingshan, his tone warm as if he were seeing a relative.

"Hongshitun, what a nice place. My uncle's third cousin's grandson married a girl from Hongshitun."

"Young man, what would you like to buy? Our Baihua Village may not have much else, but it's rich in mountain products!"

Lu Qingshan pointed to Li Erniu beside him.

"He's in charge of weighing the items, and I'm in charge of paying."

"Hazelnuts, mushrooms, walnuts, and some other brands also carry them; we want any dried goods."

Upon hearing this, the village chief immediately turned around and yelled at the villagers who were still standing there dumbfounded.

"What are you all standing there for!"

"Didn't you hear what the boss said? Hurry home, get your goods, and exchange them for cash to prepare for the New Year!"

The crowd dispersed with a whoosh.

Every household was in an uproar, with men and women rushing home, afraid that if they were late, the money on the millstone would be gone.

Li Erniu was still in a daze when Lu Qingshan patted him on the shoulder and brought him back to his senses.

"Brother Qingshan, you're open for business already?"

"Get the scales out, let's get to work."

"Okay!"

Li Erniu responded loudly, his previous tension and unease vanishing, replaced by boundless energy.

Soon, the first villager came running over carrying a small bag.

Li Erniu deftly hung up the scale and announced the number.

Lin Xiulan was keeping accounts and reporting prices.

Lu Qingshan immediately counted out a few bills from the pile of money and handed them to the villager.

The villagers held the warm money, examining it over and over again, their faces flushed with excitement, and shouted to the people still watching behind them.

"It's real! They paid! It's real money!"

This caused an uproar throughout Baihuatun.

A long line quickly formed in front of the millstone.

……

As night fell, Hongshitun gradually quieted down.

Lin Xiumei was sitting in her main room, looking at the mountain produce in the yard, a smug smile on her lips.

Suddenly, the courtyard gate was pushed open with a bang, and Lin Yaozu rushed into the house, panting heavily, his face deathly pale.

"Sis! Something terrible has happened!"

Lin Xiumei frowned and spat, "What's with the panic? Did a ghost pull your leg?"

"It's scarier than seeing a ghost!"

Lin Yaozu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling.

"I just came back from outside and saw Lu Qingshan bringing back the goods with my own eyes."

Lin Xiumei abruptly stopped the abacus beads in her hand.

"Where did he collect it?"

Lin Yaozu said hurriedly, "I grabbed one of the people following behind him who were watching the commotion and asked them, only to find out that the entire Baihua Village had been in an uproar during the day!"

"Lu Qingshan laid out a mountain of money on the millstone in Baihua Village during the day, paying on the spot! The people of Baihua Village went crazy, and they all sent their goods there!"

Lin Xiumei's smile froze instantly.